O Aunties in dazzling sarees,
bejeweled and donning a smile,
gushing with affection,
enthused in all the grandeur
Ushering arriving kinsfolk,
swiftly engaging them in cheer,
forever recharging the festivity,
ensuring each partakes in the feast
Actively transporting articles,
devoutly observing the rituals,
always being dutiful,
always appearing beautiful
O Aunties in dazzling sarees,
I've one thing in common with you
Though aloof in my plain loose cottons
I'm called an Auntie, too.
4 comments:
Aunty, why this kolaveri di? ;)
What do you mean? I'm being nice!
Seriously! How could you read this poem and not think it's warm?
haha :). Nice and warm. The last line struck a chord, I wish though that I'd snap out of denial and take that in my stride!
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